"Oh, that's brilliant filth. Did I just say The Slump? Is this what living alone in a man is all about?
A little to see what's going on indoors and share your thoughts without hesitation at all. Hey, do you look like an old man around here?
"Man's room. Ask the socks that were stripped and scattered. Where are you with? Ask a stacked magazine. How many weeks does the youngest bear the weight? This place is ruled by a sloppy king, a sloppy kingdom. More and more men stinking Wang capital, the people are in a giving up view, so-called abandoned play. The call for a revolution in the name of organizing is also the earliest distant. Even reform in the name of cleaning, on the other side of memory"
Hey, what, this guy... suddenly started poem.
"What do you think? Liao Er."
A slight stares at my face and inquires with a true face.
"What do you think? What is it? I'm about to clean up. Just not getting cleaned up."
"I asked what you think of the poem now. The answer that leads me from the result that Liao Er's mouth only comes out to that extent is that I still haven't said the same."
I'm convinced of something by myself. Was it a poem after all?
"Weird bitch."
Exhale, and I won't hesitate to tell you this one. His face is a dstrike, but the contents seem pretty arrogant.
"What makes me a little sloppy is that I'm conscious. Does Liao Er prefer regular women?
He puts on his little neck and asks him straight in the face.
"More than that, why do you call me familiar by name all of a sudden? I don't know how weird, but let's learn the least bit of common sense."
"Because my father always read about Liao Er in his name, and when my father mentioned Liao Er's topic, I also called him Liao Er"
"Become -"
I hardened to the truth of the shock that came out of my mouth. That old man...
"Old man, you used to talk about me at home a lot..."
"Yes. I listened to you and thought you were a pretty favorite. You used to say you wanted to be my son."
……
I'm glad my old man cared so much about me, and I can light it up, but knowing that, what kind of rash I'll have to face my old man in the future. You're gonna be really conscious.
"So, you know why I'm here, right?
"Yes, the best option is for you to protect the organization to which I belong, but I'm still a newcomer, too, and I don't want to bother the organization. I am also aware that if you give yourself to the beam of an elephant, a period of barren strife will strike you, and a little world will come to you for some time, but with that in mind, I do not want to offer myself, and my father came here asking me to respect and protect my feelings."
This guy talks subtly weird, or thanks to all the unique rhetoric mixed up, until I get used to it, I feel like I'm tired of talking.
And this guy is wrong about one thing. The slightest thought that if I was offered to Koganei, that would make things go round. This guy doesn't know what Koganei's like? No, that's not true. He said he was in an intelligence organization.
"If that makes the dispute go away and the dead go away, it's normal parents who think it's not a blur for me to be personal, though. I am very proud that my father was not a parent who could not have been like that."
"What's normal about that? Asshole. Giving away your own daughter or something."
"It's common in fiction and non-fiction to talk about getting your daughter married politically, right? But my father thought of me, and he put it on."
"That's normal. Besides, it can't even be a political marriage to reconcile Kokanai."
Given your old man's character, you can't do that. If I imitated giving away my own daughter for the organization, I'd hate the old man at once.
"We already live in an unusual world, and if I agree, the war will be over and no extra dead people will come out. From that point of view, what my father did is not always praised"
This guy... you hungry bastard, if you do anything, don't objectify me. Grab your own father and say this word. And I need your help. This is it. I don't like it.
"So I'll tell you that recognition is a mistake. Koganei is very greedy. He wants money and territory if he wants a woman. And..."
Me coughing lightly there. What I'm going to say now, I can light it up a bit.
"I want to compliment my old man. If I was the boss with the kind of crumbs that would give my daughter to a hostile organization for the sake of the organization, I wouldn't be under that guy."
"Liao Er..."
A slight expression changed abruptly. What's ever been true is I'm gonna squeeze my mouth tight all the time, even though I'm just gonna open my big eyes even bigger and get on with myself, staring at me with an obviously respectful look.
"I was convinced by that one word of yours. You have a bad mouth, but your heart is as clean as Lake Baikal."
"Make it lake around Mo. I mean, the name of the lake doesn't strike me at all."
"Ugh..."
To my point, I groaned and pushed silently. I don't know what it is, but I think I've got a word for this guy.
"I'm a poet. A fighting poet. Poetry is the heart. To be denied that heart, to be cut off as immature, it swerves my heart very, very deeply."
After a dozen seconds or so, I had no heart or grudge. Look at me with a gaze.
"That's actually because you're immature, and you're not trained enough. The language is not sophisticated enough. Haven't you ever had a guy poking around the area right before?
"Ugh..."
I groaned and glanced at my point. Now he seems to have enjoyed it quite a bit and his expression is blatantly distorted.
"Even if I dance alone, I don't know what the impression that dance makes of people. So are all the songs, the paintings, the poems, the novels. Did the old man spoil it around there?
"I have no words to give back. But don't speak ill of my father."
"I didn't mean to sound bad."
"No, it's bad because I'm not in a good mood. My father, how can you touch me so much?"
A hint of being stubborn and not quitting.
"Okay. It was my fault."
They can't pull it off, so I have to break it. I mean, it was definitely extra. And this guy admires his father properly.
"But I'm very glad Liao Er went seriously with me and appreciated it. Because some people are indifferent to the poem itself or make fun of it."
Spill a smile and follow. I think I've never seen this guy smile before here. You have a pretty smile. In this dirty room, only a few seemed to shine.
"The world shines so beautifully, but that light hurts for me. The light from the darkness is too dazzling"
It's been a long time since I thought of it and uttered the words of a woman who was once in this room, as if she were going to sing a poem.
My eyes were slightly rounded by the words I said.
"Liao Er, what's that?
"Is that a poem? I'm the only one who remembers and can't forget... poetry...?
Conscious of the alley next to the apartment, I answer.
"Let's just say I will because I won't. It's certainly too dirty to stay with a woman."
I'll take a big sigh and tidy up the room.
"Me, will I live here with you?
Not particularly anxious, but rather slightly asking with a blatant face.
"Living is a big deal, but if you're going to escort me, you'd better sleep in the same room. The futon is for two. If you want a luxury hotel, let's change places. I have the old man's expenses. What if it's a love hotel? My old man said you could give it to my real daughter."
I say with a mean grin.
"I have heard and understood from my father that Liao Er is not like that, but he has also been properly taught that if a man and a woman were to stay in the same room, they must also be prepared for such a thing to happen. He is also someone my father would recommend until the pageant, and I know that even if that happens, I would like to make a compromise in me by talking about the fact that my plans have only been speeded up."
I'm reasoning with that, but I'm sure of the slightest truth. That I'm not the kind of man who craves and hands on women easily.
And I'm not even the kind of guy who can get his hands on me for thinking that slightly and being alarmed, I am. Not eating a meal is a disgrace to a man, but I'm not asking him out for a hint.
What bothered me more than that... Old man, you told your daughter to make it up to you too... damn...
"You're insane from it, like having sex with escorts to escort them. I don't know what I'd do if someone attacked me while I was doing it."
"I see, that's convincing"
Do you have it? I was forced to. In the blindfold...
"May I help you clean up, too? Please let me take care of you."
"I appreciate the sentiment, but you don't even know where to put what together"
Me easily turning down a few offers.
"By the way, the fact that there's a futon for two -"
I find myself annoyed by the slightest words I utter while cleaning up.
"When I'm happy to pry like that, did the old man teach you?
"You have a mug for two, too, don't you? I apologize if I'm disturbed. This overflowing interest and curiosity seems to have kept my tongue running unnecessarily."
You said you'd apologize, but you're not bad at all.
"Everyone has an area that they don't want you to touch without darkness. I need you to get rid of that. Huh?"
"I'm sorry."
He lowered his head slightly and apologized seriously to me for complaining in a serious tone.